She doesn't quite lick her lips when thoughts of meat and eggs reach her, but it's close.

Still, she scrunches up her tiny nub nose a little and looks left to right, huffing a small sigh. Although it's not really a directed thought, her mental 'voice' is loud, and the feeling of disappointment and sadness returns alongside the image of all her people in a barren, rocky landscape. It's good to have found such a heavenly place, but without everyone else...